Questions - God I Have A Million Of Them

Questions - thoughts turned for learning.  When God says my name, "Charlotte", what is He thinking?  Does He smile, laugh, cry, or shower mercy according to His kindness.  And if all of the above - when, how, why?  

I have learned to be fearless in questioning for it places me in a beautiful position to learn.  I was reading a private message posted to me this morning and wanted to share a heart as anonymous that warms my heart every time I see him or hear from him.  We conversed for some time but I can't find the beginning of our conversation. 

Anonymous: I had to move this to here so we can talk more lol anyways, should a piece of clay worship us because we "created" it into something? Although that in itself is contradictory to your beliefs in that everything was created by God. I also still don't understand when you say we will never understand His love because we are only human, then why devote your life to it?

Charlotte: cool..! Okay. Your first question is devoted out of selfishness and I understand selfishness all too well. :0( but with Love... not the love we actually understand... but pure Love... yes.. it will be natural or designed in the original creation.. or so our hearts seem to seek after. all 'humans' are built in to 'love'... it is just because we are in constant learning of it and have fallen so far from it, we fall to find .. well, that didn't work! Only until total surrender applies do we seem to find pure Love and an inner peace that runs its training through us. Because I am 'created' in His likeness, WHATEVER that is?.. then I am finding that surrender to love 'unselfishly' has become the 'thing' that is growing inside me. I do not understand because I am still in such a baby stage of growing. Something or this pure Love that seems to be growing inside me, assures me that I have eternity to learn and be loved. How in the heck is that understood? I devote my life to it because I STILL have selfishness so dominate in my life. I still  want to think I am responsible or 'good enough' for this crazy extravagant love... but I cannot prove myself to be. I fall short or miss that mark by leaps and bounds. I devote my life to this because it is in me to do so. I am overwhelmed with what it brings... that I LOVE.. what I do not like is the sacrifice it takes to get to that... BUT like all things that are amazingly 'worth' the fight... I fight to get there. It is a Place.. an inner 'mansion' that seems to be prepared for just me. Explain your greatest moment. Yea, can't can you. Explain your most joyous feeling. Bet cha it might sound like someone else's and they will not even 'love' it like you do. This is what goes on in the heart surrendered to God's Love. It is up and down because we, like a child, are learning to walk in it. But wow.. the excitement of a step or two. What next... wooohoooo...!

Anonymous: That expectation or hopefulness of living for eternity in a mansion and having whatever you want after serving in life, just seems to me to be a part of the "religion" that is corrupt as you refer to it. It seems, like Muslims believe they get 40 virgins or whatever, that it is just a ploy to gain followers based off of fear of an afterlife full of pain for not following. I feel as if there were a God that is perfect in every way, he would not have the human emotion such as envy or greed. He is an entity, not inside a human body but just an energy, a soul if you will, that is all knowing and all powerful, too wise to want praise.

Charlotte: a mansion could very well be a 'state of being'. We are extremely challenged with our vocabulary in making an explanation of a time, event, place, and/or feeling. I say 'i love you' and can mean so many different emotional depths that it would almost be impossible for you to know what all i am saying. Praise, is a love note. I praise my mom and dad for love they have given me. It is a wonderful expression but little is said if my actions do not back that up. I am but a voice speaking a loud noise. BUT to praise my God, who created me so He could Love me... just crazy... absolutely crazy and i want to know this more and more in its depth. Not my words or understanding but His. WHAT ARE YOU SAYING...??? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? WHAT DO I HAVE TO OFFER YOU? This is something that is within me that drives me to know more about love... tell me, tell me more. What I’ve seen is hurtful and painful many times. What i try to mimic is dreadfully short of what something inside tells me is real. God is so soooo wise to know praise is what love is based on. Soooooo learn to praise and you show love. This is something to do with how he sees me. He loved or 'praised' me enough that He sent a man/God to the earth and that man/God raised from the dead. To show me how deep this Love was. Muslims, oh my... if they want to give you 40 virgins... well, sounds like a tremendous joyful time for a moment... but I’m not sure it will fulfill the longing for intimacy that cries for REAL and genuine that we all seem to scream for. Fear of the afterlife is sad... i mean that anyone would use that to manipulate another for their own puny understandings or to be exalted to some level of self-worth. Goodness... what a sad thing to do. It will only cause more fear. Fear does not bring love or contentment.... only self-centeredness to preserve one self. God is an energy... well put... my thoughts anyway. Wow... what an energy but with a purpose and that is to Love. To love me.

Charlotte: I sure enjoyed the conversation and that jab to make me think. More than anything, it causes me to just hear what is in my own heart. What and where am I coming from? Interesting! I was re-reading some this morning and caught your question about God verses envy or greed. Makes me think of how 'jealous' God is. I read from others who have walked seeking God (bible) that He is extremely jealous.... NO OTHER GODS BEFORE ME..!!!! That means He is pretty jealous or possibly greedy to want me and for me not to wonder off to others. I wish i could say I have not done so but with my soul in want so much, I have wondered to lift up other 'things' or emotions, and even people above my desire to know God. What it has caused is a shocking unfulfilled heart; this (I wonder if the only way to know this is to experience it??) means I came to find it NOT feeding me AND I LOVE TO BE FED. :0).  We are born hungry souls and so if I’m born hungry then I will continue to feed. God, on the other hand, each time I come to Him I find fulfillment. Some may say He lets them down... I say... you have Him pegged wrong or according to your 'own' selfishness; somehow, pulling from a 'taught' expectation but not from a true full blown 'experience' with Him. His Life causes my life to be satisfied as I continue to seek and find food for my soul. I find in all my running but seeking... He remains with me. I know of NO ONE or NOTHING that has done that sort of thing for me. If you asked, why is God envious or have greed... your explanation is or must be under the assumption it is for 'His' good and not yours... but it is the other way around (like a mother or dad's watch upon a child for safety)...just like He has placed in us when having children. His greed for you is to Love and protect you from our wondering starving souls. Totally to 'save' us as the perfect example of a father or mother!

Have a super day ... i LOVE your search. You've been found my sweet child. He is chasing you with His Love. Fun to watch His Love chase those He creates..!

My thoughts about my opening question... When I seek my God's thoughts, I must take all and who I am to Him.  I can't stop to clean up.  I can't wait till I have my question in some form of 'pretty' state. I must go immediately - as I am.  What does God think when He calls my name.  Well, the Word was God and the Word was with God but laid down His life and came to show me the Father's love. The Word (Jesus) died so that there was no wall between me and Him.  I hear the Father say my name, Charlotte, and with every letter of its sound, He speaks it to pull me into His arms.  For He speaks it with such Love, it moves every created substance to catch my eyes and affection toward Him.  He is endless and my name is etched into this fact.  

No Time Involved

Sometimes 

moments can take on 

a ‘no time involved’

 feel.  

My heart gets this pull 

like a call is sounding within

and a smile develops, 

for love is knocking.  

Strong 

is the romance of being so loved 

as it surrounds every thought 

I have with its woe 

to come play.  

I lose concentration 

of this world’s concerns, 

and like a child 

I run to the scene 

that paints such love for me.  

A flash of apprehension stares 

– do I have time?  

Love smiles with patience 

and remains sounding.  

I surrender 

as arms with bear hug passion 

wrap me in its squeeze 

and we giggle together.  

Love starts its

‘no time involved’ 

as hearts smash 

all priorities set 

with its play that amazes.  

I am in another time. 

Where is trouble?  

Where is confusion?  

Where did they hide 

when love began its song 

with a pitch that raises my eyes?  

Is my dance seen 

as my heart skips 

with this song I hum along with?  

This mystery I see afar off 

gives me new steps 

to chase its levels 

like doors of wonders 

awaiting my pleasure.  

Hear the sound, 

its unblemished tones 

raging to capture me 

with its meticulous choices 

created to win me 

with satisfactions I knew not 

I could find.  

Oh the joys 

of touching into love 

simply 

because it wants me.  

No straining or making ready, 

just go 

as it falls like a rain 

sprinkling from above.  

Money, earthly riches, 

all cares have absolutely no value.  

I am the only value 

that comes; 

me, 

who I am 

is all love wants 

to play with.  

Eternity is upon my heart.

Where's God When I'm Sick

Where is the love bumps when we feel sick?  

Gosh, how many times do I wonder this as I pray, medicate, rest, bark, etc etc...!  Our body in a huge fight as we wonder if our voice is being heard; or reluctant to admit....could it be He is backing off somewhere forgetting His love promise to us.? 

During these times I often wallow with my pain thinking... don't visit me with your happy face!  Talk to me ... sure... but …. give 'me' relief or please don’t bother me when my body has lost its alert and satisfying health. 

Then it comes crashing in....Can a God who is never sick understand? Can He?  

I ask because He is God, and I am not.  I ask because I trust His beautiful heart will somehow take my thoughts and rest in them with His own, and oh how I love these times.  It’s like something within swells as all the good runs quickly to mend all the empty that was there; expanding and taking advantage that I allowed the nourishment of superior foods be consumed me rather than the everyday hot dog full of leftover meat no one wants.   I open up my heart and He is so faithful to feed. I trust the cleansing my thoughts will develop as His school of Love desires such progress.   I cannot prove God, but He is amazing in proving Him Self.  

Trusting Him more and more has such an exciting finale...

but what about the now?  

What about when I’m sick?

And then a thought comes with such tears I can hardly be its vessel.  The feeling is overwhelming and I wonder if I will be able to type such a crushing voiced thought.  I hear God’s sickness.  I feel His eyes lowering to the heavy weight of reality for human.  Am I hearing right?  Could I be listening to the rain of pain in Pure form.  Oh God, do I see true pain as I surrender more of me - to You, the absolute of Pure pain? 

We have freedom from pain tagged as self-centered gratification much like we want a million dollars.  If only I had a million dollars I could be or do so much and yet I have done so little with my dollar.  If only I were not sick and tired, I could move and have my being in the Lord Jesus Christ, and yet I smile in my health and forget Him.  Pure pain sees the birthed riches of His Glory in great surplus, but the testimony goes forth that there is none.  God looks upon His love creation as they walk outside His Name; lost in the bounty of the earth, lost in the health and wealth of ‘no lack’.  The lavishness of His plenty has no body bondage, it has no grave to avoid.  The great quantity of His prosperity is not packaged in reference to the eyes of human understanding. Had human been able to restore its race, it would have raised itself from death that stole its soul.  No, human fails to heal and know healing.  The insufficiency of healing is at constant work in the body the healing God wants, which is the restored soul that longs to have heavenly life verses earths decaying substances.  

Father’s love is of constant flow but I don’t hold a constant knowledge of this through an emotional sensation.  Often I cry for this as if I am being punished.  Just like I whine at my spouse for his attention to be devoted to my wants, I wonder why he has deserted me at such a strong time of need when everything is not dropped for this sad whining.  It is funny how we diagnose our spiritual state in such close relationship to our ‘good’ feelings or ‘bad’ feelings.  And yet I truly think Father uses our emotions to stir us for changes and closeness He desires.  It has nothing to do with HIS promise to never leave us but it (emotions) is an excellent source to get us to get up and work at recovery from deceit or vain desires that steal our joy and contentment.  We know His Love is eternal and in all situations abundant, but deeply guilty of floundering in pity and difficulties as we push for more of God during our down times.  With this in mind… I still want to pray in honest heart.  This is how I discover such beautiful love notes written for me.  For ‘how’ I feel,  is about ‘how’ God feels that I connect to.  I've leaned to take great notice to my feelings.  Question them... they speak so much louder than my words.  I want my heart to change... this will be noted by my emotions and I will act upon it.  If my emotions are out of whack .. oh yeah... I am truly out of whack   Time to talk to GOD...!

Father, I continue to not feel good.  Struggling to even give thought of You while my body aches to find health once again. Nothing can separate me from the Love of Chris,; but much can separate my emotions from the wonderful sensation of Your eye upon me.  I want to apologize for such self thoughts and heart that wonders.  I don’t understand the richness of Your love and neither do I understand when I feel depleted.  Do you heal? Absolutely, I don’t think I struggle in that for all that was paid for by Your Son’s life blood.  Taking communion at church the other day was such a miracle remembrance of Jesus’ walk on earth and the finale He ultimately gave so that I lack NO thing.  Bloodshed that signifies a price paid for my sickness and pain, death, hell and the grave.  Confident of the emotions You created, I find safety in whatever I am feeling, great walls are placed so that even the gates of hell cannot prevail against me and win.  

Oh but there is a place that my soul has freedoms where Your Name vibrates with the Life that takes hold of every emotion and I am caught in its wind.  It matters not where it blows, just that I am within its push.  I hear Jesus’ Name and a sweetness forms a smile as I taste how it lifts me to its table.  A love begins to voice by stirring my insides into focus for each sound to escape from the pureness it sings.  No need for a lot of conversation, for emotions speak now with assurance there is no world sweeter, no other place has this.  Whispering kisses touch my thoughts as I join the intimacy it builds between us.  I am overcome with fear as it states IT IS.  The fear that knows where you are, is holy!  A kingdom that has fallen into the emotions of all my senses.  Over and over a word or phrase builds and each time it’s like hearing it the first time, for strength of beauty it rides.  My heart beats excitedly as I draw closer to where I am.  This place where emotions are softened to hear but with strength to call what is not as is.  One, two, three, four goes the silent emotions of being in the presence of rich pleasures pounding in and about me.  Even my breath seems to engage in this fear that makes me know I am not who I was.  Sensation of emotions are dominate as I was down, but now up; was longing, but now fulfilled; was in question, but now positive.  No want owns my thoughts any longer for I have the ultimate swirling within and winning all things for me.  Emotions now rejoice as they can only follow this Spirit that has signed me up for a kingdom first designed in heaven as it works its layers in my heart. I hear the tunes emotions only posses if listening to this Name above all the rest.  When spoken, it lives forever to perform its destiny. When heard, it surrounds like a fortress to hold His loveliness a home.  One cannot pass through without its lightening electrifying all nerve signals of the center of my world.  Jesus, the Name spoken, and wildly it moves through the air to make fresh manna for all those calling upon it.  Where it is so strong, you no longer wonder if the rocks could actually cry out to this Name.  The Name has the universe in His hands.  Without judgment, I fear.  Without darkness, I see clearly for His Name shines within.  Emotions, oh yes, emotions talking as I release them to run; run to touch heaven’s throne and bring back to me His Word to manifest His image to appear as peace.   Having no beginning or end, Father gives, as His nature continues to grow in my thoughts and emotions so open to touch Him.  Keen to the heat of love’s fire, I walk in His garden full of blossoms that light my emotions not relying upon flesh comforts.  

Jesus, Your Name is a song.  Jesus, Your Name flows deep and wide as the borders of my knowledge stretch to hold each letter as a symbol of kingship over me.  Warmly Your Name speaks to bid I stay.  Jesus I drink the cup of Your Name and watch its waves ripple through me, falling, falling, saturating, as I close my eyes to give magnitude to my emotions. 

Love so pure, a partnership of intimate oneness begins as we take upon each other’s emotions beyond self seeking blindness, but crossing over to fixed eyes for only one another’s heart.  

Then we fly.  Fly to a place where love locks arms and weeping of joy becomes the face I wear.  Heavenly eyes are audience that witness as a message sounds, “He has found His beloved.” 

Where I Touch Another Experience

Father, I see You sweetly turn to me 

like I just created a new song for You 

and I simply called for You.  

I want to bless You 

but I get so caught up in Your heart 

that tunes me in so close.  

I don’t have a real good reason for coming today, 

just that I want to talk,

 listen; 

and well, just get a glimpse 

of what I have learned 

to be so plentiful when coming.  

Breathing hangs up on a thought 

and I hold it 

as tears push their demand to shows sensation.   

I want to examine this place 

like it was a scientific fact 

that needs a written documented certification.  

For Your pledge is to come 

and I await 

as Your sounds carry the unveiling of beyond, 

further and further; 

sinking into the Son who 

came, went, and returns.  

Leaving us with life to learn, 

life to experience as He did with You, 

before the eternal existence 

within heaven’s unexplained open walls 

of boundless love.  

Oh please, my heart cries, 

may I have another look.  

May I touch another appearance 

where the understanding of Your love 

is so powerful, 

it walks upright as if a person like I.  

Falling, I know I will find myself, 

but gently You will raise me back up 

to grow deeper 

than its startling entrance showed me.  

I will give it a special place 

in my diary of Love appearances 

from the most High’s angelic messages to my soul.  

A diamond of the purest cut, 

a house built for a queen, 

outfitted in this earth finest clothing for all times; 

nothing seems to seize my heart 

like a thought of a moment 

with Your power.  

Power that saturates 

and numbs all my earthly senses 

as all my thoughts are mixed up, 

turned over, 

confused like I know nothing.  

Power that swiftly takes me 

into a holy fear as I ponder…. 

Oh, it’s just a matter of time,

 this will be my new song.  

I hang on to the thread 

that everything will be okay 

and when that snaps, 

You have summoned

 the army of heaven’s warriors 

to kill everything in my path 

that hinders my heart to Yours.  

The enemy is slaughtered 

and I am rescued 

to tell of such love 

as satan and his forces 

crawl back to their unfulfilled 

existence without You.

Oh bless the Lord, oh my soul.

For in Your dreams for me

are everlasting Joys,

Where I will touch 

another appearance. 

Where the understanding of Your love 

is so powerful, 

it walks upright 

as if a person like I.   

Temporary Insanity's Love Call

What richness, pondering the many stories of the bible.  Tremendously identifying me as human, following Christ and seeing the Father through the heart Jesus had for Him; now my Father also. The good, bad, and even the ugly of those after God's heart. So overwhelming I often feel I have only tapped into a minor portion of its power to understand and mature as His child. But what about our own daily story?  How does it reveal Father, Son and how His Spirit dwells to speak into our lives.  Did the 'bible' stop with Revelations?  Are we not also being written as our life has a beginning and end upon earth and then travels to this amazing place He has prepared for me?  Is my life small and insignificant as I fight to lean into His Glory, or is it one that shows weakness but Power unrelated to my own abilities, trials and blessings that show His Face.

I saw a bible story the other day in my son's life.  It was most beautiful.  I want to share it.

One of my son's was in his company vehicle that displayed his phone number on the side.  Twice someone called to report his aggressive driving. He received a text but continued to be as careful yet determine to get to a destiny called as soon as his vehicle would take him.  Love had exploded in his heart and absolutely nothing appeared to have power to stop this moving train.

He received a very disturbing call from the school his 12 year old daughter attended while she stood trembling from a near assault by darkness.  I was on my way home from work when I felt I was supposed to call him.  He was on his way to the school.  Hardly able to find words to talk to me, he attempted to tell what he knew so far, as his foot demanded speed from his vehicle.  Locker room, roughed up, threats, attach, chase to capture...words trying to make sense.  Racing in his heart was this 'temporary insanity (he calls it) to hold in his arms a treasure from heaven's gifts to comfort and experience this trauma with her, not after the fact. Every motion in his body ran at top speak to fight for, fight against, fight as love carried her heart back to safety in his arms.  No obstacle was too big, in his mind, that would keep him from tenderness he had to deliver to this pain and confusion he imagined she held.

Tears refuse to hold their emotions as he breaks down from the strain, while love for such a gift as a daughter gives voice to one he knew would understand, the grandmother. Five hours away I am unable to make a physical touch to such pain my arms now needy to hold them both.  As he later gives report of the incident, the police, the teachers responses; as my granddaughter held tight to her daddy, safety in a dark moment. Awakening all through the night, I marveled at how rested I would feel as each time my eyes would look to see the clock.  I would say a prayer for love was totally focused on what might be ahead as charges were made and other school children witnessed her run for life.  But my heart could not be swayed away from such love that pierced his heart.  Unspeakable, unbreakable drive to get from where he was to where she was.  Temporary insanity as he tries to describe this emotion that swelled by the second.

Not until he had her in his arms was he satisfied.

This story, this bible moment shows me also that I'm Father's daughter and no love is deeper than His.  No love is like His, for He gave His Son for me.  Not until he has me in His arms is He satisfied...!  He paid the total price for all my misconduct, my love/hate for others, my self centered world that I claim as mine.  Great bolts of lightening flash as He looks about me when I call upon His Name (kingdom) to save me.  Assignments are made, heavenly weapons are put to flight.  A party was thrown when I said 'yes' to His Life as mine and He reaches at the speed of lightening to rescue and hold me when I am scared and troubled.  Holding me tight as I tremble and tell my story.  Holding me with purpose as I speak my fears so real that I ran and ran and ran.  He holds me and I cry.

This world holds much darkness, and the enemy wants it to destroy our trust to call upon One so Holy.  Someday we will not have this to deal with but growing in His Love, I am discovering that there is always a call I can make, and it shows me I want to forever be in His care. Does this mean I do not have circumstances I face before darkness and run.  I do not think so; for I have experienced much darkness slamming into my world but I have learned that the rescue of Father is great, aggressive in His pursue, but His arms are reaching me with abundance.

Like my granddaughter in distress... I just call and love comes running...!

Holy, Not A Word Born From Boredom

Holy 

Name that shapes 

the fragmented walks of all;

 fitting our steps in time 

to cause the devotion created 

that brings the rays of truth 

a path to purify all hearts 

for the gift of Father.  

Holy 

Name spoken 

and power-driven electrifying order 

stampedes a visual of love,

 that transforms

 speech and sounds to silence fear, 

so eyes are directed 

to the ultimate fountain. 

Holy, 

not a word 

born from boredom,

 but a nature

 of a blessed environment 

where existence of heart changing 

has the sensitivity of being close, 

closer, 

oh so much closer.

 Holy, 

a never ending song 

where its definition continues

 to flourish as it paints 

what we are looking for. 

Holy, 

Holy, 

Holy 

cries the creatures of heaven

 and we echo. 

Holy, 

how it lifts the yearning 

to move deeper, 

for who can stand 

or turn back 

once ears hear 

loyalty to this extreme.

 I am caught in its sound 

and I circle

 in its dance of love around me. 

Holy, 

Crumbling to accept each sip 

from a fountain breathing explanations 

of Holy 

like the heartbeat of impression, 

a glare is made 

to look upon His Face,

 following the ambiance it sets.  

Devotion does not move 

nor sway 

as Holy announces its decree

 of I Am.  

Where Is The Voice Of God

Have you ever asked, "Where is the Voice of God?"  I have people ask me this question.  "I want to hear God but He doesn't speak to me, or I sure don't hear Him." I cringe as I ponder the pain I've often had when I 'cannot hear' the Voice of God in my life. The downfall of my soul as it fails to breath because I am alone.  

But I'm learning, oh how I have become a student of hearing the Voice of God as I crumble to gather my troubled life as an open book.  I have learned to live the denying of Christ that Peter experienced as I see my own embarrassed look of being a Christ follower.  I have learned to live the confusion of Thomas as he demands to 'see' before he will believe.  I have learned to live the plead that Paul begged the Father to remove his thorn in his flesh so comfort would be my pillow at night. 

Mistrusting, finding fault, forgetful of miracles within my own life that would shake me to believe another mighty move would ever again come my way.  I tried all the talk right, look right, moves - and I only got that... I appeared to talk right and I appeared to look right... but something was so lacking in how I really believed all that I was doing.  

Then my world crashed and I lost the jewel that held my heart on earth.  My husband suffered a traumatic brain injury as well as breaking his back and many ribs.  His Ph.D became the vocabulary of confused words in a desperate fight to make sense.  As speech began to form his heart again, regaining so much that was lost, I struggled with this new life.  Pretending I was okay just wasn't working for me any more and I wasn't seeing the healing I wanted.  

I began a search to find real and amazingly found His Voice was speaking all the time... and I do mean ALL THE TIME.  I was not honest with myself so how could I hear honest. 

Now I begin where I am and in that place, I hear His Voice so sweetly, I see His Face as His expression becomes a vision before my eyes and I respond with a language that I attempt to reveal this beautiful picture.    

In most cases, I am not coming with a beautiful song, I am coming with a heavy heart.  I just know now that it's okay...!

.............

I search my heart this morning.  My Lord, to whom I know only from the abundance of Love poured upon me with every step involved that I've taken.  My history, others history; detailed by memory, written upon documents of records here and there, visually seen as You authenticate to confirm Your Name at the beginning and end of each moment.  

Holding my breath as Your own very life, as You number them to bring me to perfect dwelling of Your Voice.  Oh to carry me to such yearning when this Sound takes my attention, be it in the middle of the night or through the day that is scattered with disinterestedness.  

The disengagement of my heart twirls to ride the excursion as Your Voice converts my thoughts to Yours.  A sway of peace takes me by surprise as the disturbance of the world begins to pass me by as if I were no longer a visible residence.  Fighting a current with humankind takes a halt as I discontinue to sojourn in its lodge.  

Peace waves its new from end to end, from first to last; all the way through my being as I listen with my lost heart.  Peace shows me a dance by the guiding of the Voice Love has now plunged to the depths of my no restraints.  

Drawing my heart to be chauffeured as the Voice of Love transports its ambitious dream to be my True Love.  It hurls me into an ocean that drowns all my iniquity that tossed me away from hearing; it throws me into a chuckle of romance.  Giggling as peace enjoys my decision to be one.  

Found, I find again more Love as Your Thoughts feed my soul with conversation that Your Life has me written in the heat of Your Passion.  My response drops with a close connection with disbelief, for such Passion is with such extreme, I find my life too filled with small gods that occupy; how can I fight to open this door?  How can I tear down the awestruck fear of such Passion?  How can I know this is the height of Your Way?  

Your Thunder Sounds, and my heart races as I continue to push for there is no other Voice that lights my fire.  A whisper of Your Voice has power beyond my greatest fight.  I lean in, I incline to ascend to the Call that remains as my questions soar.  Patience throws my heart back into the sway of His Dance.  

Waiting, His Love waits as it melts my questions with vision; I see His Hand wrapping around me as His whole body embraces me with a hug that says, “My wait has the power of substance felt and purpose to hold.”  

I sob, and sob, with tears and emotions that take me to know as I searched my heart this morning; again, my Lord confirms who He is, from the abundance of Love poured upon me, with every step involved that I take.  

I want to stay here.